A Happy Ending with My Target's Frail White Moonlight

Chu Jiangli x Bai Qing'an

A clear-headed, carefree heroine who always gets even x a gloomy, lovesick hero who disguises himself as a woman

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There is someone locked up in the dungeon beneath my palace. He is the unrequited love my conquest target loves more than life itself: Bai Qing'an, pure as ice and jade, future Flower God, and the most beautiful person in the Three Realms.

On the day I married my conquest target, I went to see him. He bit my finger.

A tooth mark stood out starkly, blood ran freely, and pain came in waves.

His eyes were clouded, and he seemed on the verge of madness. He bared a strangely eerie smile and congratulated me: "A Li, happy wedding day."

Madman.

My name is Chu Jiangli. I transmigrated into the world of cultivation, where the System assigned me to win over the young Demon Lord, Qi Yan.

I failed twice, and both times I died by Qi Yan's sword.

On my third try, in this life, I locked away his unrequited love and tricked him into believing that Bai Qing'an was dead. Only then did I finally succeed in my conquest.

I once had feelings for Qi Yan, but after he hurt me time and again, I had given up on him completely. On our wedding day, he slaughtered everyone in my Changyue Palace, repeating "Bai Qing'an" over and over, so I gravely wounded him.

In truth, I planned to kill him, but he escaped.

The day after the wedding, I went to the dungeon and found my sword spirit loosening the ropes around Bai Qing'an.

I flung the Frostmoon Sword heavily to the ground, intending to sever ties with my sword spirit, Ji Qiao, once and for all.

Bai Qing'an was covered in wounds. His expression was composed, his fingertips cold. He handed me the sword and said hoarsely, "Keep it. It will still be useful."

Qi Yan betrayed me, and Ji Qiao betrayed me. The one who remained at my side in the end was Bai Qing'an. How ironic.

There seems to be a great deal I don't know.

For instance, the most beautiful person in the Three Realms, pure as ice and jade, is not a woman at all, but a man.

And then there's this.

Bai Qing'an once gathered my corpse on a snowy night, once used his own flesh and blood to forge a sword for me, and once eliminated everyone who hurt me.

He cleared the obstacles in my path and paved the way for my future.

He could be ruthless to others for my sake, and ruthless to himself, yet he was too timid to say the word "love."

Bai Qing'an is a coward.

I said, "If you keep acting like this, I'm going to start thinking you like me."

Bai Qing'an said, "I... don't like you."

Bai Qing'an felt that the world disliked Chu Jiangli just as much as it disliked him.

But A Li was the bright moon in his heart.

If the world disliked A Li, then the world was in the wrong. He would take care of everyone who hurt her.

"Reading Guide"

1. The main story is told in third person. My take on cultivation, with the hero secretly in love with the heroine.

2. The hero is gloomy and lovesick, and disguises himself as a woman. There are pseudo-yuri elements, and the romance is childishly naive.

3. The heroine is like an assassin with high attack power and low health; the hero is like a healer and support. This is not a case of a strong heroine with an even stronger hero.

4. Happy ending.

Blurb for How to Win Over a Lovesick Boy

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My name is Xiaoyu, full name Yu Kuihe. After staying up all night reading a fantasy novel with a thoroughly warped moral compass, I cursed it out and was banished into the novel.

The System says I must win over the lovesick male supporting character, Song Yuzhen, before it will let me go home.

Song Yuzhen is a young emperor, a man with the face of a woman.

The original story says he was abandoned as a child and had a miserable childhood. The rest is all about how beautiful he is and how he flies into mad fits.

Song Yuzhen is ill. In the original story, his three palaces and six courtyards are filled with women who resemble the heroine, whom he regards as his unrequited love. He even imprisons her.

But he never gets physically intimate with anyone, and every night he sleeps beside a rust-covered saw.

That saw has been with him for half his life, cutting down countless dead souls.

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I transmigrated into Song Yuzhen's childhood and became a servant girl in his household.

Before he became utterly beyond saving, I decided to pursue his conquest while giving the young lovesick boy a little emotional support, so his heart wouldn't grow so dark.

The young lovesick boy had been beautiful since childhood, with skin white as paper and a face like peach blossoms. A slight curve of his eyes was enough to captivate everyone.

I tried for a long time, and finally his affection score rose from below zero to nearly halfway through the double digits.

But the young lovesick boy still hated me, and when he flew into a fit, he even wanted to kill me.

Late that night, he appeared before me, dragging the saw from the original story, the one like something out of a nightmare. I trembled uncontrollably.

The young lovesick boy was handsome, with red lips and white teeth. He was smiling faintly, but to me his smile looked chilling and terrifying.

Tilting his head slightly, he asked with an innocent expression, "Why are you afraid of me?"

My mind raced wildly, and at last I found a solution in the conquest guides I'd crammed into my head.

I tackled the frail young lovesick boy and kissed him.

He froze for a long while before suddenly shoving me away.

A captivating blush spread over the young lovesick boy's pale face. He wiped his vivid lips and looked at me, humiliated.

He asked, word by word, "You... how dare you?"

The young lovesick boy staggered away.

I thought he would hate and despise me. Who knew that from then on, he would cling to me, insisting on doing everything with me and forbidding anyone else from getting close to me?

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The young lovesick boy has gone mad again.

He says he wants to spend his whole life with me, and if I refuse, he'll kill everyone.

He also says that if I try to leave, he'll lock me up for the rest of my life.

I haven't told him that once he truly falls in love with me, I'll be able to go home.

Theme: Pass one lamp's flame to many, until at last all the lamps shine bright.